The part where I give up

Is it a late model 5.0 block? Those rear main seals are easy like an LS .. just need a plastic tool they sell to hit the new seal in

Just be happy you're not pulling the rear cap and phucking with a rope seal like on those old Pontiacs.
 
Pffft, if after all the work you’ve done and all you’ve got so far is a tiny oil leak… I wouldn’t bitch.

I’m going to bet it’s the oil plugs in the back… Maybe a seal… Other than pulling the trans that’s minor, and the trans is easy. Fix it and move on…
 
I don’t recall ll your engine specs, is it a 1 piece seal or the old style 2 piece? If 1 piece pulling the trans shows where the problem is and it’s an easy fix. If 2 piece pulling the trans shows if it is a galley plug, cam plug, rear of pan or rear main, but if rear main then the pan has to come off to fix. Good Luck. Best Wishes on a easy fix.
 
I was speeding home to enjoy a steak dinner, got pulled over, she put mango habanero sauce on the steak, all around a fuckin terrible late afternoon.

Fuckin mango habanero... jesus christ
Sounds like she’s trying to light your bung hole on fire so that she can put the fire out with her tongue.
 
Dude... you've come so far. You literally cannot quit now.
Remember back in Texas, when it was mostly parts in a spare bedroom???
And now you actually fired it up!!!
Take a breath, take a day, drink a beer, go do something non-car related, and then come back to it fresh.
You got this.
 
Either that or run it some more to see if it continues to leak bad enough to really need fixed or seals itself up enough to not need fixed right away or something in between. Inquisitive minds wanna know!
 
I remember the time I built a 396 for my 69 Chevelle and drove it to the muffler shop with open headers to get the exhaust put on it. I was so cool.
Well, until they got it up on the lift and there was oil everywhere coming from the rear main seal. Then I didn't feel cool. So I drove over to my buddies shop which at the time was a storage unit and it didn't have any room. But he was willing to help me and together, right there in the parking lot, we got it fixed up.
But thats not the story. The story is while we were working, my wife pulled up and asked me how I liked her new hair cut. Well, I took one look at her and told her I don't.
My buddy looked at me and then he looked at her and told her her hair looked nice. But me? I was stupid and went right back to what I was doing.
I'm a lot older now and I realize the error of my ways back then. It was the meanest thing I ever said to her. And it wasn't even about her hair. It was about that stupid fucking oil leak of my own doing. But that doesn't matter, because to this day, she will not cut her hair like it was that day even though I think its hot and tell her she should cut it like that again.

I fucked up. And shes not even Ukrainian. Shes Scottish. Which means she never forgets. She never helps me wash my truck or the cars either. But thats another story.
Ton of experience in this post. You young guys pay attention to what that man said!
 
I remember the time I built a 396 for my 69 Chevelle and drove it to the muffler shop with open headers to get the exhaust put on it. I was so cool.
Well, until they got it up on the lift and there was oil everywhere coming from the rear main seal. Then I didn't feel cool. So I drove over to my buddies shop which at the time was a storage unit and it didn't have any room. But he was willing to help me and together, right there in the parking lot, we got it fixed up.
But thats not the story. The story is while we were working, my wife pulled up and asked me how I liked her new hair cut. Well, I took one look at her and told her I don't.
My buddy looked at me and then he looked at her and told her her hair looked nice. But me? I was stupid and went right back to what I was doing.
I'm a lot older now and I realize the error of my ways back then. It was the meanest thing I ever said to her. And it wasn't even about her hair. It was about that stupid fucking oil leak of my own doing. But that doesn't matter, because to this day, she will not cut her hair like it was that day even though I think its hot and tell her she should cut it like that again.

I fucked up. And shes not even Ukrainian. Shes Scottish. Which means she never forgets. She never helps me wash my truck or the cars either. But thats another story.
So all women are Scots?
 
I remember the time I built a 396 for my 69 Chevelle and drove it to the muffler shop with open headers to get the exhaust put on it. I was so cool.
Well, until they got it up on the lift and there was oil everywhere coming from the rear main seal. Then I didn't feel cool. So I drove over to my buddies shop which at the time was a storage unit and it didn't have any room. But he was willing to help me and together, right there in the parking lot, we got it fixed up.
But thats not the story. The story is while we were working, my wife pulled up and asked me how I liked her new hair cut. Well, I took one look at her and told her I don't.
My buddy looked at me and then he looked at her and told her her hair looked nice. But me? I was stupid and went right back to what I was doing.
I'm a lot older now and I realize the error of my ways back then. It was the meanest thing I ever said to her. And it wasn't even about her hair. It was about that stupid fucking oil leak of my own doing. But that doesn't matter, because to this day, she will not cut her hair like it was that day even though I think its hot and tell her she should cut it like that again.

I fucked up. And shes not even Ukrainian. Shes Scottish. Which means she never forgets. She never helps me wash my truck or the cars either. But thats another story.
Scottish means some fine day if you piss her off again you might wake up with her seilelach up the middle of your haggis.
 
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